(原创)in cities, the everpresent dull background roar (轰鸣) of planes, cars, machinery and voices is a fact of life. there is no escape from it and i was beginning to be driven mad by it. in an attempt to recapture some peace, i travelled to a temple, a small poor house and a mine 2km underground — all very quiet but not the holy place of silence. the one place i was most excited about visiting was the anechoic (无回声的) hall.
